Edmund's eyes widened at her confession, his chest swelling with warmth so deep it almost ached. He gently pulled Primrose's hands away from her face, his touch tender as if she were something fragile yet precious. "Wife …" he murmured, his voice deep with affection. "You don't need to buy me anything. You are already the greatest gift the world could ever give me."
Primrose squeaked softly and quickly covered her face again, her cheeks blazing red. She didn't know if it was from embarrassment or from the guilt of being caught trying to do something behind his back.
"You always say that … but how could I give you nothing more than a pair of knitted gloves, when you've given me so much?" she whispered from behind her hands. "You even gave me a rare fur scarf. I … I just want to give you something truly meaningful too. But if I use your money to buy it, the gift won't feel like it's really mine. It won't feel valuable."
